Escapeology
in Lonely Hearts ·
I could spend three hours whining about how the world is a dark, miserable dumpster fire, and how much better it would be to just retreat into some movie, fake a positive attitude, and wander around with a forced, mile-wide grin. I could, but I won't. I’ve spent half my life at war with society, political dogma, American Middle East policy, media brainwashing, cultural decay, the absolute trash heaps of Hollywood cinema, the neighbor who can't finish a simple DIY project because he’s too busy being incompetent, or the kid from upstairs who broke my nose years ago. I’ve wasted half my life bitching about all of them, feeding my cynicism, and burning through massive amounts of energy being angry. And what did it get me? Nothing. You stay mad, and they don't give a damn. So why bother?